This is where it becomes clear exactly how bad my
musical tastes are. Throw me any classic - any classic at all - and I'll
find something about it to complain about. Revolver? Fuckin' "Here
There and Everywhere" sucks Bobby Cox. Dark Side Of The Moon?
What's with that awful screaming broad on "The Great Gig In The Sky"?
Who's Next? More like Who's Overrated! Yet I can honestly in
all my infinite wisdom find nothing to complain about on this album. Songs
too slow? Yes they're as slow as the Sex Pistols, but it doesn't matter.
They're perfect. Singer's voice so annoying that my fiancee last night
demanded, "Can you do something about this CD please?" Yep. But I don't
care. I love Doc Corbin Dart's horrid voice. Lyrics stupid predictable
punk fare? Yep, but they're so damn violent, I don't mind at all! Riffs no
great shakes? No! Yes they are! They're simple and scraggly but great!
Their oddness fits Doc's sick world vision perfectly. I love the simple
crisp mix. The drumming is by current-Sonic Youth drummer Steve Shelley and
is as tempered and studied as Doc's lyrics, most likely squeezed out of his
mind as a huge vein pounded in and out on his forehead. The bass lines are
great and the guitar sound is REALLY evil-sounding. Not like metal evil,
but "guys who think it's funny when bombs kill people" funny. And the
lyrics? Can I get to them now instead of just alluding? Okay here I go.
Let me switch paragraphs real quick.

Sample song titles: "Go Bankrupt and
Die," "Cops For Fertilizer," "Hinckley Had A Vision," "Legal Genocide."
Sample lyrics: "Let's kill the fucking pigs if they get in our way/It'll set
a good example for the children today/It'll keep kids out of trouble
shooting pigs after school/Wasting cops will be the hero's golden rule."
Sample between-song samples: the band members all laughing uncontrollably
as a newscaster reads a story about innocent people being killed. Yeef.
YEEPR! But is it all politically violent? No. A few of the more bizarre
songs address unhealthy suburban obsessive issues of the sort that Doc was
probably all too familiar. "I am going to empty this ashtray, in about half
an hour. Should this glass be sitting on this particular corner of the
table?," "I can't find my piece of paper! I should have been more careful
with my piece of paper!," "My kitchen counter is flat, and has canisters on
it. Does yours? Oh I hope so!"

Those were from three DIFFERENT songs.
Scared yet?

Reader Comments

sarin13la@aol.com
The Crucifucks were just about one of the most threatening assaults of
hardcore in the early 80's. "I WANNNAAA TAKE THE PRESIDENT...CHOP OFF HIS
HEAD AND MAIL IT TO THEM IN A GAARRRRBAGE BAG," still sends shivers down the
spine. Shitkickin' band live, too.

This is the stuff that would make your parents shit in their shorts. For
all you young'uns who missed out on when Hardcore was really HARDCORE search
out Mr. Peabody and his way back machine or something. Play this with all
the bass turned off (at full volume, of course) and wallow in Doc's shrill.
This shit will peel the paint off your walls. GIVE ME YOUR MONEY/ I DON'T
HAVE TO MAKE IT!!!!

Liked the comparison to Syd, Krinkledick. You should write the evening
news. You a funny guy. The best review site on the net.

afeelion@zoominternet.net
Dude,

You mentioned the band members laughing at a news report. I am pretty sure it wasn't over a news story about people dying, it was about some
vandalism (I think directed towards police property) which I always thought could have been perpetrated by the band members themselves. I could
just go put on the CD but I am too lazy to go do it. LAter man.

robot_lips@yahoo.com (Michael Sparks)
The news report they are laughing at is about vandalism involving police cars. And, the song "Oh Where, Oh Where?" is about losing a hit of acid, not just a normal piece of paper.

bdshannon@charter.net
The year 1984 the bands Millions of dead cops, Crucifucks, Anti social And who gives a fuck who else . Being like 14 it all seemed important

I canít remember who played first but I remember is some skinny motherfucker rolling around like a stuck pig and sounding like one too! And let me tell you Iím still looking for that piece of paper to. The Crucifucks changed my life forever and if you donít like them you never seen them they still influence music today; if you donít here it try paying attention you fucking faggot. 1984 was probably when you were born, but you were not there so shut the fuck up!

mr.marc@gmail.com (Marc B.)
No other band expressed pure rage like the Crucifucks. This was
undiluted anger, with no phony PC BS. Top notch HC bass playing as
well. I never thought the songs were slow at all, just that they built
up intensity. "Hinckley had a Vision" was the perfect hardcore song,
and it's still spine tingling over 20 years later.

Unbelievable - one of the cruelest, most violent and perversely, wickedly
entertaining records ever. From East Lansing, too, where I used to live.

jvamossy@umflint.edu (John)
Hiya!

I just came across your review site. Cool stuff! I just had a few comments about the first Crucifucks album.

I saw the original Crucifucks line-up play live at a house party in Flint, MI before this album came out. To this day, I mark it as the best live show I have ever been to in my life! They were jaw-droppingly breathtakingly great! Trying to explain it in detail is simply not possible. It was one of those rare circumstances where you just had to be there to believe it. Thatís why I was so glad that the first album captured the energy and insanity of these early live performances. If I had to compile a list of the all-time great punk albums, this would easily be in my top three.

Another point about the production: many bass-playing friends of mine have commented that the bass sound on this album is perhaps the best they have ever heard. Just thought Iíd pass that along.

Thanks for the cool site!

thepublicimage79@hotmail.com
I love the first Crucifucks album - been listening to it a lot
lately. My favorites are "Democracy," "Go Bankrupt," "You Give Me The
Creeps," "Marching," and of course "Hinckley," "Oh Where Oh Where," and most
of all "Similar Items." God that one's creepy

roblh3@yahoo.com
Even though I hate the political bullshit when I rationally think about it I think the guy is a musical and lyrical genius. This is some of the best music I have ever heard. It seems goofy at first - the name, the lyrics, the voice, and yet the craftmanship is completely masterful. The music is tight but still sounds raw; you can make out what all the instruments are doing but the power is still there. Everything fits perfectly. The vocal melodies and rhythms are just totally kick-ass. Given that the music is deranged, it fits perfectly that is political views are too. "Hinckley Had A Vision" is great. The political philosophy is completely inane; a darker flavor of the typical teenage liberal spoiled brat rich bitch-girl whine. But it is perfect bring-it-all-down-man evil stuff which I don't rationally agree with as a political philosophy but I realte to it as if Dart were advocating Lucifer's position: better to reign in hell than serve in heaven. Anyway, whatever fucked up political bullshit is going through his head, be paints the perfect pictures with his words and he is a master of his craft and a visionary. This music transcends genres.

marks@materialflow.com
I bought this on vinyl wayyyy back when it first came out. I remember the
store clerk giving me strange looks when I brought it to the counter. This
was one of those records (Yes.. Records), that jumps out at you from the bin
in which it is stored and begs to be played. The first Adolescents album did
the same thing to me. I knew it had to be good with an offensive band name
like Crucifucks :) The first time I spun it I was giddy and after I had
listened to it a few times and had the words memorized I was the Crucifucks
biggest fan. I played this album for months. My buddy and I would recite the
lyrics all the time and people would give us funny looks and ask what the
hell "See that pencil" meant :) What a hoot! The second album does nothing
for me, but I had high hopes just the same. I lost track of this album for
many years and I recently lucked out and was able to download it from
somebody on the internet. I love this album to this day, some 20+ years
later. If you can find it, buy it.

jonl@cwgsy.net (Jon Langlois)
I bought this album back in the day being well into all American hardcore bands and this band bar maybe Crucifix,DOA(Canada)
& MDC were superb.
I come from a small island called Guernsey which had a great Punk Scene in the early eighties.I think I was and probably still am the only person here with that first Crucifucks LP.
As a guitarist, I say the bass sound on the LP is still to this day one of the best I have heard.
I still play it to people who find Mr Darts vocals very disturbing.

LBW
Saw these boys on a bill with Poison Idea and the Dead Kennedy's in
Porkland, OR back in '83 at the Pine St Theater in SE. No Sir, I didn't
like them. Although I remember Dart saying "There's no skueeee-el
tomorrow". He also had an amazing vocal style that impressed even my
very serious blues-guitar playing Brother, whom I drug along.

There was one valuable lessen to all of this. When Jello Biafra
gave his many endless middle-of-song-supposedly brilliant tirades about
how "there's no freedom of speech in America" I recall that both he,
his band and the Crustyfucks did their sets, got on their tricycles and
went home, without even a lifted eye of the local constabulatory. It
was at that point, and that concert, that it was clear to me that Jello
Biafra was a great punk singer (possibly one of the best) and the
Kennedy's were one of the best punk bands ever - But Jello's politics
were Ignoramous Assholiest times 50.

In fact the original poster for that night is hanging on my wall -
right here.

Allan Macinnis
Damn! For years - tho' in no way bein' naive about psychedelics - I have never given even a second thought to my reading of "Oh Where, Oh Where," which DELIGHTED me, insofar as I thought it really was a song about losing a mere piece of paper. Any time in my life that I've lost some note I've scribbled, or am searching my apartment for a receipt I need in order to be able to return some defective item, or can't find my "stamp card" that I only need one more stamp on to get a discount at a record store, or so forth, that song comes to mind, and I smile at the sheer BRILLIANCE of writing a song about so UNIVERSAL yet TRIVIAL an experience as losing a piece of paper. So fond am I of this reading of the song that I am shaken to read in the comments here the VERY credible interpretation - which had never occured to me before - that the song is about losing a tab of acid. Say it ain't so! It's so much more CLEVER the other way!

From what I understand, Mr. Dart replaced his
entire band before recording this second album. And if true, it's certainly
no surprise once you listen to the record. This is melodic rock music!
Parts are countryish, others are almost hippyishly psychedelic, a couple are
almost like metal -- but it's NOT punk rock! The guitar plays arpeggios,
acoustic passages and leads, and Doc actually SINGS instead of squealing!
Some of the songs are really pretty too (especially the title track, one of
the honest-to-god saddest songs I will ever hear in my days here on the
Lord's Green Pastures, NY).

But it's the lyrics you want to know about,
right? Okay, well there are no between-track snippets here, but you DO get
a few more alluring song titles like "Pig In A Blanket" (about, of course,
killing cops), "Earth By Invitation Only" and "When The Top Comes Off."
Most of the real fun lies in the actual lyrics though -- this stuff goes
beyond mere political bitching -- lyrics like "If it weren't for all of the
friends I've made/I would have bombed more than one fucking holiday parade"
sit uneasily alongside Doc's maniacal delusions (in one especially bizarre
rant, he exclaims, "You must be wondering how I know all of these things.
Well, you know.... I'm God!"). See, I've always considered these lyrics a
little too bizarre to be coming from a sane mind - and this was long before
I read about Doc's mental disorder. So here it is - even clearer than Brian
Wilson and maybe even Syd Barrett -- audio documentation of a scrambled
mind. Are you sure about that, Mark? Uhhh no, it's perfectly sane
to write lyrics like "Just like the Berlin disco and the chumps inside/And
the stupid space shuttle and the fools that cried...." Yes. That's
normal.

Musically, I suppose one or two of the songs are a little
non-descript (for example, "Artificial Competition" has great lyrics
attacking hypocritical liberals but the music backing might as well be from
a Cat Stevens songs), but it's the most diverse Crucifucks record available
and most of it ranges from wonderfully catchy to just genius popcraft -
especially "Pigs In A Blanket," "The Savior" and the aforementioned title
track. And even better lyrics than the first time around!

Reader Comments

billsangry@aol.com
"When the top comes off" is VERY VERY clever! Props to Doc...

laniferous@hotmail.com
hey there - just checking out your site. i just wanted to comment (as well) on the "When The Top Comes Off" comment here. In case anyone was
wondering, that song is about worms and fishing. I know this because Doc
told me so. Interesting site, by the way. You dont hear many people talking
about the crucifucks anymore. thanks

thepublicimage79@hotmail.com
I just downloaded this right now.

Holy shit.

How on earth could anyone be disappointed by such brilliance?

This is a simply astounding piece of work, and anyone who says the first
album's better has got another think coming. "Wisconsin" is definitely not a
hardcore album at all, though. The music is extraordinarily varied,
passionately played, and catchy, and both Doc's voice and the lyrics drip
with pain and disgust. Doc's voice is still very offputting, but that is par
for the course. "Pig In A Blanket" is one of the most insanely and
spitefully cruel songs ever recorded (is that break with the reversed voice
through the cop radio supposed to be there?), "When The Top Comes Off" is
the catchiest and scariest song ever written about being a worm in a fishing
jar, the unbelievable, musically wistful, and infectious "Concession Stand,"
and the wrenching pathos of "Wisconsin" strikes to the heart. That break on
"When The Top Comes Off," where the guitars are burbling and gasping and
shrieking with feedback, while Doc lists all the things that he is, and
ending with his infamous declaration that he's God...it's absolutely
terrifying. NO one would have thought of that except Doc. And then the band
just drives straight back into the song as if nothing had happened? It's a
great performance.

But "The Savior" is simply indescribable. Nothing I could say about this
song would do it justice.

Some of this material sounds a little influenced by the Buzzcocks, but I
don't think they were ever this varied. "Wisconsin" is just amazing, and I
can't believe this doesn't feature on any Best of the '80's lists. Well,
actually, I'm not surprised - Doc's voice is a definite flaw, and I think he
could have done better with some of the vocals here. But so many of these
songs are just fantastic. Sad, and hurt, and, frankly, deranged, but
fantastic.

Not the entire band was replaced. Gus Varner, the guitarist on the first
album, is still playing on this one. I think the bassist and the drummer
were, though. But you can't really hear much difference - the rhythm
section's performance here, as on the debut, is immaculate. Who were the
bassist and drummer on "Wisconsin"? The mix here is not as balanced as the
first album: the guitars take much more precendence in the overall sonic
picture, and as such, the album is a lot more trebly. Don't worry, though -
the drums and the bass sound great still; it's just that the first album was
SO well produced and mixed that many albums would have trouble comparing in
that regard. Have you ever seen the original cover of this album? It's
hilarious! The band's name and the album name are spelled out in that
fake-log font you see in Yogi Bear cartoons against a black background, and
a cutout of the state that's in blue.

This album is absolutely brilliant.

GlennS@HagadonePrinting.com
Just have to say this was the best album of the 80ís. I am from Wisconsin and we would play this in the middle of the night when camping in northern Wis. FULL VOLUME AND ON MUSHROOMS J

Beyond perfect. Just the greatest - the kind of
package that makes me want to kiss an Alternative Tentacles decision-maker.
Not on the mouth though; I don't want Jello Biafra's discharge dripping onto my
tongue. This is a CD reissue of the first two Crucifucks albums, showing
both the bitter punk and insane melodic sides of Doc Corbin Dart and his
hired hands. Also features a great bonus track from the first band and a
hilarious back cover that got Alternative Tentacles sued. Check it out -
it's a hoot!

Reader Comments

ccreasman2006@comcast.net (M. Creasman)
Thank you so much for the site. I am a 39 year old man who was profoundly affected by the band in my late teens early twenties. I have always been fairly cerebral as well as physically imposing. A strange combination for the bay area punk rock of the time. Growing up in Oakland CA, I was very heavily into the punk rock scene not only as a fan but a musician. I was the drummer for the short lived hardcore bands Christ on Parade as well as Condemned to Death.

Most importantly I was also a local touring stage bouncer for Black Flag. I still keep in contact with perpetually self loathing however comically sucessful businessman Henry Rollins. (real name Henry Garfield for those interested).

The point of this ramble was that not only was I a die hard Crucifucks fan, but had the pleasure to see them live after their first release on A.T. prior to Wisconsin. I remember clearly Doc Dart being a diminuative slightly effeminate man. There was no self mutilation to speak of, however their set was cut short when an argument between Dart and a member of the crowd escalated into the spectator mounting the stage and striking Dart with his own microphone. Dart immediately vommited and left the stage. I will always have a soft spot in my heart for that unimposing man and hope that he is doing well. That particular show in Palo Alto CA was like the Monsters of Rock tour. Black Flag, Seven Seconds, Decry, Crucifucks, and The Dead Kennedys. DK was the hardcore version of Van Halen at the time and could not be missed.

I have grown and changed many times in the twenty years since that show. I am currently in the process of being medically retired from the Metropolitan Police Department here in Washington D.C. for Severe post traumatic stress disorder and major depression after fighting on these streets for nine years. So I understand a little about mental illness. I also once again understand hardcores hatred for the system having been a part of it for so long. Strange....Crucifucks...Police Officer.....Back to listening to the Crucifucks this morning in my basement. Thank god for Our will be Done which I purchased in 1995. I no longer have any of my LP's.

As far as scathing lyrics go.. SO ANYONE FOOLISH AND CALLOUS ENOUGH TO WEAR A UNIFORM....SO PROUD OF THE TERROR IT REPRESENTS WILL BE SORRY THAT THEY WERE BORN...IF THEY REALLY BELIEVE THAT THE USA SHOULD ROAM AND RULE THE WORLD...THEN THEIR FAMILIES CAN WIPE THE SPERM FROM THEIR DEAD UPPER LIPS WITH THE AMERICAN FLAG UNFURLED

Thanks for the site and for listening

thepublicimage79@hotmail.com
So I have this program on my computer called WavePad, which can, among other
things, play mp3's backwards. There are backwards voices on "Pig In A
Blanket" and "Concession Stand," and I tried to hear what both said; while I
couldn't really hear anything on "Concession Stand," here is what the
backwards-voice break on "Pig In A Blanket" actually says:

"We have us a winner of the Tigers Mystery Classic. His name, believe it or
not, is Doc Dart of Lansing, and he correctly identified tonight's Mystery
Classic, which was ELO's 'Do Ya.' He won forty dollars."

Why in hell would you insert a backmasked DJ's voice over the radio
announcing the prize you won in the middle of a vicious rant about killing
cops?

I thought the title was an Iggy Pop reference too,
actually. Either that or LSD. Apparently Doc now goes by "Little Doc
Corbin Dart," and it stands for Little Doc's Eye. He had actually intended
to call the BAND that, but was told by the corporate swine at Alternative
Tentacles that they wouldn't release the record unless he used the name
"Crucifucks."

Because that name carries so much weight in the punk rock
community, see.

Ahem. Yes. Okay then. For the longest time I thought
this was an EP because it only has seven songs, but it turns out they're
just really long songs! It's a 42-minute CD. Unfortunately it's not as consistent as
the others. Doc hasn't lost it; he just hasn't tried anything new this
time around. Especially musically, we've heard all this before - on his
last two albums. "Artificial Girl" is great cowpunk and "Lights Over
Baghdad" that begins as a wonderfully bitter attack on American foreign
policy ("I saw the lights over Baghdad/they called it some kind of storm on
my TV/I never saw a storm that looked like that in the sky/looked more like
cowards dropping bombs to me") before becoming even MORE bitter in reference
to the Oklahoma Federal Building bombing ("These colors don't run it has
often been said/they put a day care center in a Federal building here
instead/what kind of coward keeps little hostages like that?... The day
your babies were mangled to bits is a holiday of mine."

The rest is...
the rest. Lyrically more interesting than most bands, but musically just
not too hap'nin. This slowly paced strum rock thing worked on the last
one - this time around, it just feels like lack of ideas.

Reader Comments

sarin13la@aol.com
The Crucifucks were just about one of the most threatening assaults of
hardcore in the early 80's. "I WANNNAAA TAKE THE PRESIDENT...CHOP OFF HIS
HEAD AND MAIL IT TO THEM IN GAARRRRBAGE BAG," still sends shivers down the
spine. Shitkickin' band live, too.

This is the stuff that would make your parents shit in their shorts. For
all you young'uns who missed out on when Hardcore was really HARDCORE search
out Mr. Peabody and his way back machine or something. Play this with all
the bass turned off (at full volume, of course) and wallow in Doc's shrill.
This shit will peel the paint off your walls. GIVE ME YOUR MONEY/ I DON'T
HAVE TO MAKE IT!!!!

Liked the comparison to Syd, Krinkledick. You should write the evening
news. You a funny guy. The best review site on the net.

GeorSte5@aol.com
this is the classic case of rich kid turns evil >> these guys really suck anyone who condones the death of innocent people should fuckin die

Dragonslayer4555@aol.com
I was the lead guitar player of the Crucifucks, from beginning, to the first album (writing at least half of the songs, music not lyrics). I left the band because Doc became a crazy asshole, cutting his face at every show with a razor blade, and pissing all over tables at the clubs we would play. We were making great money and all of the sudden it wasn't enough to be punk, Doc wanted to single handedly stomp out Christianity. I felt punk was about self expression which meant people could worship and think whatever the fuck they wanted to. Doc didn't see it that way. If you pick up the tape with the Priest holding the platter you will notice it is the same as the first album which was later released, but it is me playing instead of the studio musician named Gus from East Lansing, Michigan. We met him on our monthly T.V show. I quit the band and did not request a single cent. To this day I regret helping to launch such a single minded idiot into stardom. But it was pretty cool touring with the Dead Kennedy's, Black Flag, Necros, and hanging out with the Clash. None of them seemed to want to kill everyone, too bad about Doc. Crazy Fucker.

Doc Dart is the son of Rollin Dart, the President of Dart Bank. They have nothing to do with each other as Rollin is a devout Christian. Doc even sends his mail back unopened. Great son! He is related to Dart Container, Dart Oil, Dart Insurrance, and Dart Medical. He did own that baseball card shop, and his last wife's name was Angie. She is an Angel. He fucked up losing her, and it drove him out of his lunatic mind. Not a long fall.

On a good note, he was cool as hell before the plunge. He taught me to be my own dog. I walked away and have never looked back. My son found this website and had some questions. So now the records straight. That's why the music changed after the first album, because I was gone. It was a simple choice. He wanted Christians to die, I wanted them to wake up.

Besides, I'm still twice as punk as that pussy will ever be. Just not as angry.

Just to prove my point, here's what the crazy old bastards up to now!

www.noleaders.net/anok/news/war/doc

Now it's not good enough for Doc to want to just kill Christains, now he wants to kill America. Fuck You Doc, your just as bad as Jerry Farwell in your own way. So single minded, so little time...... figure it out.

I wish I never would have wrote those songs. For sure I wish I never would have accepted those lyrics. Forgive me world. I was young and stupid.

troublingthemood@yahoo.com
Doc Dart has returned! he's now going under the moniker "26"
and has released a new album, 'The Messiah' on Crustacean Records.

it's amazing. Doc has out done himself this time. Crustacean has
a MP3 of the song "Oblivious" on their site. here's a link :

http://crustaceanrecords.com/mp3s/Oblivious.mp3

welcome back Doc!

alexis@alexisneel.com
Re: Dragonslayer4555@aol.com's comments

Too bad this guy has regrets for participating in something so profound now that he has a kid, or has "matured". I was with MDC (Millions of Dead Cops...as a manager) who played with the Crucifucks many times, and I can tell you that at the time, and even now it seems, the music spoke to a part of society that has been totally left out of any type of "representation" in society. Its easy for this guy to come back 20+ years after the fact and say he's "ashamed" for having participated with the group. However, if he was so ashamed as he claims, why didn't he walk away when he first understood Doc's intentions and lyrics?

Its all just too easy now.

bfield@ne.rr.com
Doc Dart kicked me out of his life merely because I count Robert Anton Wilson as one of the many people I admire, saying that he (Wilson) bastardizes eastern values, or something like that. This reaction I got instead of curiosity of my own theories about the human mind; since he's "god" why should he care about anyone else's ideas? I admit that this particular theory could have easily looked like a very common misconception, but he left me no way of sorting it out as he no longer wanted to hear from me. He accused my last letter to him as being a "transparent put-on". He seemed to be attacking my referencing the Tao... sorry, China's not east enough for him I guess. I must be an americanized, corrupt huckster with no respect or understanding of anything. So nice when everything's black & white.

This aside, I agree with a lot of what he has had to say in his lyrics. Christians are not innocent; freedom of choice is an illusion if people by the millions are being soft-sold into a CIA-style war in bed with an agenda with tentacles that stretch back to who fucking knows where. Same goes with any mass indoctrination process (science, intellectualism, politics, television, any of that)... People aren't encouraged to truly make up their own minds; instead, they're railroaded into "ok I give up, I'll let (insert institution here) think for me, because being true to my actual self, as opposed to a role chosen out of a preestablished selection, well that's just too hard". No, instead people pray to mythbusters, south park, snopes, CNN, KKK, WalMart, etc. Often unwittingly. Reality is much more interesting and weird than any overt institution on the planet is allowed to allow us to believe... (no, that's not a typing mistake...)

scanzvegas@earthlink.net (Mike ":The Duke of Puke" Scanlon, MSU class of '85)
I remember seeing Doc and his pals riding the bus in East Lansing with their cool, upside-down penis/cross logo leather jackets with blood/sperm spurting out the top of the crosses. Also- I saw them warm up for the Circle Jerks (or someone) as "The Scribbles" on campus. MSU wouldn't let them use their real name. Doc started out the show with a lady bic, which he used to cut his cheek with while introducing the first song... The Crucifucks were the coolest fucking band I've ever seen.. I still have a couple of their fliers, which I yanked off telephone poles around town.

jhnysmk@gmail.com
Hi,

They were right about everything.

swilliams672@nc.rr.com
SRW from Cary, North Carolina, USA. I gotta tell ya... I listen your shrilling tunes EVERY Saturday and Sunday night because I practically grew up on yer music in the ol' school skater days 86ish and then on. I actually wrote down the lyrics to "Hinkley had a vision" (best I could hear) for a college report for "political songs' and put the "teacher" on is arse!! Crucifucks are incredible! Are there posters out there? Signed? I need some shiznit for my bar!!!!! Let me know!